Mapenzi yanarun Dunia

This world is walks on love hooves,

Taking a stroll down the river with mangrove,

This day, I decide to give poetry a little groove,

Love rules, humans have proof.

A good man is hard to find,

Pride yourself when love you find,

Many do not know what they find,

Till loss beckons from hind,

Love rules, human have proof.

This damsel has no ties at this time,

She is more than wine and dine,

She has broken previous ties,

A grown child; time flies,

A good man tells no lies,

She can make him pies,

Love rules not, girls have prove.

The other damsel is in distress,

Her smile tries to hide the stress,

A grown child; she wont depress,

So she chooses to suppress,

The tears as the eyelids press,

A broken heart, her eyes express

Love rules, broken hearts prove.

I stare at the two divas

As I stroll down a mangrove stream,

I wish the distressed damsel had self esteem,

I am afraid to tell her, as her smile still beams,

I detest the man who laid this scheme.

But that is not for me; she still loves the steam.

Sigh, love rules!

A good man is hard to find,

Pride yourself when love you find,

Many do not know what they find,

Till loss beckons from hind,

Love rules, good men have proof.